Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo), Katee Robert [novel books to read TXT] 📗

them off my partner’s plate. Boundaries are important and the last thing I want to deal with is someone’s bitching.

I never really stopped to consider that this could be another way of taking care of someone. Maybe it’s not with other people, but it feels that way with Devan.

When we finish breakfast, he pours me another mug of coffee, doctors it with a drop of cream and a heaping spoonful of sugar, and sends me to get ready. As I put on my makeup, I allow myself to anticipate what comes next. There’s no point in mourning the loss of this man before he’s even gone. It means detracting from the pleasure still in my future. I will be totally and completely present during the rest of the day.

I apply my eyeliner a little heavier than normal. Just for Devan.

After the briefest consideration, I decide to put on my spare lingerie set—yes, I brought a spare. A girl can’t be too prepared, and I’m glad for that now. It’s another garter and stocking set, this time in black. I skip panties entirely. Devan seemed to really like playing with me through the lace last night, but if I was going to seduce, I would do things my way. On second thought, I take off the bra, too, leaving only the garter and thigh-highs. A pair of black stilettos completes the image.

I don’t have a dress sexy enough for seduction, so I skip it entirely and pull my black coat around me. It’s just long enough to cover up the garters, but only barely. Devan’s pulled open the curtains in the living room and is sitting at the desk, his gaze on the tablet in his hands. I know he’s aware of me, but this is his fantasy, and I want to provide it just as perfectly as he did mine.

Taking a deep breath, I rap my knuckles on the door frame. He looks up and surprise flickers over his face. “Hazel?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t stand, doesn’t move as I approach, his gaze raking over me, taking in the stockings and heel. “Is something wrong?”

“You could say that.” I bypass the seating options and don’t stop until I’m far too close to be proper. As much as I love submitting to him, there’s something thrilling about playing the part of the temptress, especially when I lean back and my coat edges up to reveal the lace tops of my thigh-highs. I worry my bottom lip a little, suddenly nervous despite everything. “Devan, I can’t stop thinking about what happened between us.”

He carefully sets the tablet aside and appears to give me his full attention. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

“If my business partners see—”

“Devan, I know.” I drag in a rough breath. “It’s only been two weeks since I turned twenty. Since we… I… I’m going to break up with my boyfriend.”

He narrows his eyes. “Did Chad do something?”

“No, Jason didn’t do anything. That’s the problem.” I give a rough laugh. This part skates far too close to the truth, but so has everything else we’ve done to date. “You made me come more times in that bathroom that he has in our entire relationship. He doesn’t care if I get off.”

Devan gives me a long look. “Why are you in my office, telling me that you’re going to break up with your frat-boy boyfriend? Shouldn’t you be telling him this?”

“I will.” I hesitate. “I just…”

“You just what?”

“He didn’t even notice. You fucked me in that bathroom and he didn’t even notice. He was so drunk, he didn’t even smell you on me.”

He sits back and crosses his arms over his chest. “Did you fuck him that night, Hazel?”

“No. He wanted to, but… No.” It doesn’t matter that this is all alternate history. I can see it. Jason had been so drunk that night that he didn’t even notice Devan had shown up and taken me home. He was more concerned with coming himself than he ever was with me getting any pleasure out of the whole experience.

“Why are you here?” Devan repeats.

I reach for the front of my coat. I don’t have to entirely feign my shaking hands. Button after button, until the coat gapes and he can see exactly how little I’m wearing beneath it. “I’m here because I need you, Devan. I need you to make me feel good again.”

“You’re here to cheat on your boyfriend.” He says it softly, but his gaze is stuck on my breasts. I lean back on the desk and shrug my shoulders so the coat falls off them, giving him a better view.

“Devan.” I wait for him to drag his gaze to my face. “How can I cheat on my boyfriend when you were just loaning him my pussy to begin with?”

“Get rid of that coat.”

I obey immediately, standing just long enough to toss it aside. The way he looks at me… God, I wish I had a camera to catch his expression right now. Devan looks at me like he wants to memorize this just as much as I do. He nods slowly. “Spread your legs, birthday girl.”

This time, I move slower, parting my thighs as he moves the chair closer. He coasts his hands up my legs, pushing them wider yet. “You came into my office in nothing but a coat and tights.”

“Yes.”

“You trying to get me fired?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I just… I wasn’t sure you’d want to—”

“Hazel.” He cuts through my babbling sharply. “I promised you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” Devan uses his thumbs to part my pussy, his gaze intent. “Obviously I’ve fucked up if I’m letting some frat boy pound your pussy without getting you off.” He glances up. “He ever look at you like this?”

“No,” I breathe. “He mostly fucks me at night after a party.”

“Fool.” He’s still watching me as he runs his thumbs over me. “He lick your pussy, Hazel?”

I shake my head. Devan’s eyebrows wing up, but